clinging to the bone
of the slow
cooked meat flaking wetly away
the wet flesh/
dust of dead fish
swimming off with the brines
currents through
the last blue dawn
to the black cold bottom
to the heady pressure
of the sea trench:
the finger pulled fissurs in the earths crust
and then lay down
after three minutes
where I didn't think at all
only shouted out;
"blood cracked skull! I wanted you for a side car to ride through the world of new adventures to find the last slip of unmapped land and comment on the worth of its fine green tree and its unturned rock,
I wanted you to play the first ever original song on the last untunable piano, while I danced and drank and sang, I wanted you to convince me of the value of religion, to value my redemption enough to convince yourself of it and redeem the both of us, I wanted you to sink into my cold skin and embue me with the warmth of your heart,
I wanted all of that,
for a start."
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